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Landon smeared ointment over the marks on her wrists before wrapping them with soft gauze.

That done, all three men looked at her blanket covered torso.

“I’m going to fold this up so we can get at your stomach.” Landon touched the blanket. “I can get another one for your legs.”

“No, it’s fine.” Except once the blanket, soft as it was, was piled up on her chest, she felt like she was suffocating.

“Help me take it off,” she said, starting to carefully lift it.

“Off?”

“It feels like it’s going to smother me.”

Landon helped her move the blanket, making sure not to catch any part of the nipple rings or charms.

Rolf and Andrei both stopped talking.

It was their first time seeing her bare chest.

When Landon asked Andrei to get him a bolt cutter, he’d explained the welded jewelry. When they offered to help, Landon had matter of factly listed all the places she had welded jewelry, including her nipples.

But seeing them was something else. She knew how they looked. Even without the piercings her breasts looked batter and sore. With them…

Andrei muttered what might have been a curse, or a prayer. Rolf leaned closer.

Landon reached across her and shoved him back a step, his eyes dark, every line of his body promising violence.

Rolf blinked, then cleared his throat. “Colette, may I examine you? I’m a licensed piercer.”

“You are?” she said, surprised.

He nodded.

“Let’s do these first.” Landon spread his hand over her belly. “The nipples are going to hurt and I want to be able to put her to bed as soon as we finish.”

Colette was once more naked in front of three men, but she didn’t feel exposed or vulnerable. She trusted each of them, though she trusted Rolf and Andrei far less than she trusted Landon.

They laid the chair flat, so rather than reclined, she was lying down. That gave her a bad moment, but she breathed through it, holding tight to Landon’s hand.

Once she gave him the nod that she was ready, Landon had her cup her breasts, and made Andrei hold a wide leather paddle in place as a sort of shield between her breasts and the waist chains. Landon had them off with three quick snaps as Rolf held the chains taut.

She felt lighter, and more like herself as they raised the back once more, putting her in a deep reclined position.

Landon pulled up a stool so he could sit beside her, taking one of her hands in his. “Love, if Rolf knows about piercings, I think it’s best if we let him take a look, and decide how we’re going to do this.”

“I know, I agreed.” She squeezed his hand in an unspoken request that he stay with her. Landon kissed her knuckles.

“I will need to touch you,” Rolf said in a far less stiff tone than before.

She looked over at him and nodded. “I understand.” She started to lift her hands off her breasts, but hesitated. The pain of the piercing was too fresh, her muscles clenching to keep her from exposing herself to what could and probably would, be more pain.

Colette took an unsteady breath. “I…you’ll have to help me.”

Landon gripped one wrist, avoiding the wounds, and her fingers relaxed under the gentle pressure of his hold. He lifted her hand away from her breast, pressing her palm flat on the leather beside her ass. Then he reached across and lifted her other hand, gently transferring hold of her wrist to Andrei.

“Hold this,” Andrei said, placing a nylon strap in her hand. She grabbed it, pulling hard, but the strap didn’t give. It was probably one of the built in restraints bolted to the underside of the chair. Landon half rose to see what Andrei had done, then gave her a strap to hold on his side too.

“Don’t go,” she whispered to Landon as Andrei stepped back, Rolf taking his place.